Tale of Chaos 2: This War of Ours

Chapter 1: Funeral

Forestra's POV

I straightened up my dress as I looked out the window. It was raining, the smell of the rain seeping into my house. My friend Blackout had given me the dress to wear at Maia's funeral. I sighed.

She had died a few weeks ago and now it was summer vacation.

I remembered when I came to school and everybody asked me, "Where's Maia?" Everything I wanted back then was to cry...

I idly watched as the rain dripped down softly, pattering against the window.

Something like two headlights appeared in the distance, stopping in front of my house and welcoming me. Blackout was picking me up together with Eon for the funeral. Pyroclast would go by herself. The same applied for Arcmagos and Riverflow. Rocksworth, Cyclone, and Spotlight would go together.

I fidgeted with the papers in my pocket, my thoughts at war in my mind.

Gently closing my eyes, I softly said, "I'm ready..."

I walked out the gate, letting the rain fall on my head like my tears dripping on the floor.

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The cemetery was full of umbrellas being held in the air. I knew that more than half of them were students that had come for the funeral. My face was a stream as we pulled up, umbrellas within our pale fists.

Once we got there, we all lowered our gazes to the floor, not believing that Maia was really dead. It didn't help that it was so cold...

After a short while, a man with a tissue to one eye walked up to a podium, silently holding the microphone to his mouth.

"Today, we are gathered here to mourn the loss of Maia Sanitas. This sweet thirteen-year-old... was a wonderful soul. Loved by all of her friends."

It was silent, save for the occasional choking sob. I still clutched the paper in my pocket. They would call us up soon.

"Our program will consist of the following: First is a musical number by all of Maia's cousins: Photograph, then we will have speakers, Blackout Nightsoul, Rocksworth Earthborn, and Cyclone Thunderstrike, followed by Eon Aeternum, next would be Spotlight Solarheart and Arcmagos Spellbinder, then Riverflow Oceanhorn and Pyroclast Emberflare, and we will close the funeral off with Maia's sister Nightingale Sanitas, and Forestra Biospirit."

The musical number was beautiful. It reminded me of a choir of angels. I smiled. I didn't like it when they finished.

Blackout, Rocksworth, and Cyclone were next.

I could see them shiver as they slowly walked up to the front, papers in hand.

Rocksworth spoke first. Her voice wavered, but could still be heard.

"Hi, everyone. My name is Rocksworth Earthborn. I am thirteen years old and in Junior High. I have Cyclone Thunderstrike and Blackout Nightsoul here with me," she gestured to each of them.

She nudged at Cyclone.

He spoke in a voice lower than usual.

"When we started, all I could care about was my role in the varsity. The girls over here were... extremely shy. And that was saying it politely. We had our noses in our diary. I have it today."

He held up some sort of black diary.

He nudged Blackout.

She looked a bit too forlorn... worse than the others.

Wait, what day was it today...

Oh.

April 15.